"This is the advance rescue team. They have arrived in the western suburbs of Da'an City. Please give instructions."
On a main road leading to the western suburbs of Da'an City, He Youxu was ready with twenty criminal police officers and thirty special forces members, a total of fifty people.
Behind them, five explosion-proof trucks carrying rescue teams and a communications vehicle responsible for communicating with the command center were also ready to enter the western suburbs for rescue.
He Youxu was sitting on the asphalt road looking at the road ahead. The black fog had basically dissipated. Although there was still some residue, it would not block their sight. The outline of the buildings in the western suburbs had also appeared in front of them. .
If it were during the day, the rescue effect might be better, but a death order was issued from above, asking them to take advantage of the darkness to completely calm down the incident.
"This is really a typical behavior of hiding one's ears and stealing the bell." He Youxu couldn't help but sneer in his heart since he received the order.
At this time, the Interpol team member standing next to him reported to him: "Sir, there are instructions from above, asking us to prioritize sending people to find Interpol Wen Zhong in Da'an City, and then conduct public search and rescue missions."
He Youxu frowned and said, "Tell them that I promise to complete the task."
The team member wanted to say something after hearing this, but He Youxu glared at him and quickly swallowed the words in his mouth, then turned around and trotted towards the liaison vehicle.
"Interpol Wen Zhong from Da'an City." He Youxu looked forward and touched his chin, "Let me see who you are."
After saying that, He Youxu stood up and sat back in the explosion-proof truck, preparing to gather people and enter the western suburbs.
All of his men are good at carrying out rescue missions, and he himself is also a ghost controller. After all, the current situation is special. Although the supernatural incidents seem to have subsided, it does not mean that it is safe inside.
Even if an A-level incident has ended, its residual supernatural powers are still deadly to ordinary people, so one or even several ghost masters are needed to lead a team to quell the aftershocks.
In just a moment, He Youxu had already assembled his men.
Five explosion-proof trucks took the lead in driving into the western suburbs of Da'an City. Their lights illuminated the front, bringing a ray of light to this area that was plagued by darkness.
Along the way, He Youxu frowned more than once. This area was considered abandoned. The wailing and screaming of living people could be heard everywhere, but he did not stop.
Because you never know whether the person wailing in the darkness is a living person or a ghost.
At this time, the liaison officer beside him said: "Sir, the liaison vehicle sent a message saying that Wen Zhong's satellite phone has been located in this area."
"Okay, notify the liaison vehicle to give them a specific location, and at the same time ask everyone to be alert and ready to get out of the car to rescue Wen Zhong at any time." He Youxu said.
He had a bad premonition in his heart. The headquarters wiring room mentioned that Wen Zhong had not responded to messages, so there was a high probability that the satellite phone was no longer in the hands of the other party.
Of course, there is another possibility, that is, Wen Zhong is dead. Of course, a dead person will not reply to messages.
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Zhao Jian was lying on the ground. The haze around him had dissipated at some point, and the surrounding scenery gradually changed back to the scenery he was familiar with.
He was lucky enough to escape the attacks of the three ghosts. Zhao Jian felt that all his luck in this life was wasted in this ghost forest.
"Even if I barely survived, the recovery of the evil spirit is still a big problem. Damn it, would it be better for me to die here?" Zhao Jian gave up on himself.
In order to survive, he naturally used a lot of the power of the ghosts. As a price, he only felt as if there were countless knives cutting, chopping, and stabbing on his body. The crisis of the resurrection of the ghosts could be said to be very close to him.
"Huh, if you want to die, don't die here."
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in Zhao Jian's ears. He was startled and wanted to get up. However, the wounds on his body were too serious. He tried several times and failed to get up.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, and in an instant, more than a dozen special forces members with guns and live ammunition surrounded Zhao Jian. At this time, a man with a handsome face and an upright face appeared in his sight. The person who came was naturally He Youxu and the rescue team.
"Who are you? I, Zhao Jian, ask myself whether I am in conflict with you..."
Before he could finish speaking, He Youxu raised his hand and shot Zhao Jian in the thigh. Then he said coldly: "You are not Wen Zhong, so please hand over his satellite phone or wait until you die." Take it from your body again.”
Zhao Jian looked at his shot thigh with disbelief. He didn't expect that the man in front of him would shoot directly. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, when He Youxu raised the gun in his hand again. .
Based on his intuition, he felt that the place the other party aimed at this time was exactly between his eyebrows.
Seeing this, he quickly took out a black brick mobile phone from his pocket and threw it at He Youxu, the whole set of actions being completed in one go.
Zhao Jian was not afraid of bullets. He could feel that the man in front of him was also a ghost controller. If he were to attack him in his current state, he would probably die from the ghost's resurgence in a few minutes.
He Youxu picked up the satellite phone that Zhao Jian had thrown on the ground. After confirming that it was indeed Wen Zhong's, he waved to the people around him, indicating that Zhao Jian should be taken to his car, and then turned back to the car. superior.
After a while, the convoy set off again, and there was a ghost controller like Zhao Jian on the car.
"Who are you, and why are you carrying a kidnapping bond?" Zhao Jian sat in the car and asked He Youxu in front of him.
He Youxu said coldly: "Why, don't even Interpol know that he is a ghost controller?"
What he hated most in his life were folk ghost controllers. Although everyone had their own ambitions, he just couldn't stand those people who used their power indiscriminately for their own selfish desires.
"Are you Interpol?!" Zhao Jian was surprised.
"That's right, and from now on, I want to formally recruit you to become a member of the rescue team. You have the right to refuse, but when you refuse, I will also kill you for disturbing public order." He Youxu said. , while wiping the gun in his hand.
"Now, tell me your choice."
Zhao Jian frowned, the other party didn't leave him any choice at all.
"Comrade...comrade, you have also seen that I am not in a good condition right now. I am afraid that I will not be able to follow you anymore, but I am willing to cooperate with your work to the best of my ability." Zhao Jian said after thinking again and again.
He Youxu heard this, stopped wiping his pistol, raised his head and looked at Zhao Jian and said slowly: "Yes, but it cannot be within your ability. I want you to try your best."
